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party post } { drinks are on me

So the thing about wishing for home and accidentally winding up with your place of employment is that that employment can now transfer to Teleios. Cami's had Rousseau's for about six months now, and she's managed to change it into the place that Sophie and Jane Anne loved to something that's a little more something of Teleios, even if she kept a lot of the New Orleans flair. It's something she couldn't bring herself to take away, that memory of home, even if she's far, far away.

The upper floors have been modified into a small loft for her and Hope, something simple and comfortable that's currently loaded with baby toys because when you're being spoiled by your Aunt Cami, you can never have too many. She still doesn't know why Hope came with her when she was brought into Teleios, but she is going to do everything in her power to keep her safe until Klaus our Hayley get here. It's not much power, given the measly human of it all, but that's why she hires attractive, strapping supernatural gentlemen to do her dirty work for her.

Currently she's behind the bar, with Hope in her playpen that she worked in there, just so she can keep an eye on her. She's more than willing to pour you a drink, listen to your troubles and woes and make sure that you leave her bar with your mind feeling a little lighter. After all, there's nothing more dangerous than a bartender who also happens to be a psychologist. She'll get what you're worried about out of you sooner or later.

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Ethan grins back, pleased to see the playful side of her make an appearance. He is always rather proud of himself for bringing that side of her out. Ethan leans forward on the pool stick, staring rather blatantly as she leans forward clearly to give him another lovely view.

"I do. I have absolutely never been a sore loser." He actually tends to be more attracted to people when they beat him at something or challenge him in some way. It's a thing. Also, she always provides very nice views.

Faye is incredibly loyal to Tom at this point in their relationship, but if there were anyone that would have made her almost as happy? It very well could have been Ethan. It made their friendship... complicated, but she likes that. He knows the boundaries, knows what lines not to cross, even when she gives him every opportunity to. She trusts him, knows that she's safe with him. That's important to her.

"Well, you've had a lot of practice losing to me so I would hope you're used to it by now." Faye, by her very nature, is very competitive. And a sore loser, so it just works out for everyone if she wins.

Ethan wants her to feel safe with him. It's very important to him too, and honestly, if he knew she felt that way, it'd take him by surprise. Granted, he is charming and friendly. He's openly caring, but he knows there is that monster inside of him. Ethan can't honestly say he feels safe with himself, but he'd want that for others.

"Not only am I used to it but I enjoy it thoroughly. Please kick my ass, Faye Chamberlain." And he sends her a charming smirk. "I've been waiting all night for you to do exactly that."

She lets out a laugh as she makes her first shot, sending the balls scattered across the table but none make it in. She stands and gives him a flirty little look.

"Don't forget the safe word." Do they have one? Well maybe they experimented with rougher stuff once or twice. Faye certainly never would have been opposed.

"Mmm, I couldn't forget it if I tried, and there's absolutely no reason at all why I'd ever want to try," Ethan says, and they have definitely have one as Ethan is a bastion of sexual exploration tbqh. If she wanted to do some experimenting with rougher stuff, he would have been game, and he'd push himself to the limits before ever uttering that safety word. It's half challenge, half enjoying doing something that turns someone else on. Nothing turns Ethan on more than turning someone else on.

He tilts his head to the side as he looks at her with a flirty smirk of his own, holding the pool stick in one hand. Then he'll step up to aim his very first shot, glancing at her with the smirk still in place, before he hits one of the striped balls into the corner hole. His next hit sadly misses.

It was only once or twice. Faye liked the control more than actually inflicting pain. But the fact that Ethan was okay with jumping in with both feet? Well, she never forgot that. It was one of the things she liked most about him. She watches him sink one shot, but miss his second. So she's solids. That works for her.

She moves around the table to scope out her shot. "So are you celebrating something or did you just decide you wanted to get blackout drunk tonight?"

There are many ways to be dominant and submissive, which don't always involve pain. He'd be happy to try out all potential options, to jump in with both of his feet to try it out. Ethan leans against the pool table as he watches her look to set up her next shot.

"I... simply really, really wanted to get incredibly drunk." It's an attempt as always to avoid the things he never wants to think about, the reality he would prefer to attempt to escape. He sends her a soft smile despite the reality of the werewolf. "Not think about things so much..."

Apparently, Faye has a thing for werewolves. Between Ethan, Alek, and Tom you just can't deny a pattern. Still, she knows that for Ethan it's not something that he likes to think about or talk about. She's never had a problem with it, though.

"You don't think about things at all when you drink." She teases as she takes her shot- and misses. Pouting at her poor shot, she moves over to his side. "You know if you ever want to actually talk, I'll listen, right?"

Ethan leans against the pool table as he stares at her with a slow tugging smile at the sight of her pout. He honestly doesn't care that she's missed. It's simply the expression on her face he likes to see.

"You have a very cute pout." Deflection by light flirting? Who would do a thing like that? He means it genuinely though. He leans further against the pool table, glancing down, because it's Faye so it's different. She doesn't make that offer to just anyone. Ethan shifts on his feet. "I know you will. I'm just not good at actually talking."

She knows what he's doing. The compliments are welcome, always, but she doesn't want to let him get away with diverting her attention completely. She sets her pool stick down and moves around to his side, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"You're better at it than you think. Especially when you're drinking." She worries about him, much as she doesn't want to say anything about it. Reaching down, she takes his hand and tugs him back towards the bar. "I'll buy you a beer and you can tell me what's going on."

Ethan breathes in deeply when her hand rests on his shoulder. There's something about her touch always which he is intensely aware of as he turns to look at her.

"Might need more to drink before I can agree with you there," he says softly, and his hand tightens on her own as she tugs him back towards the bar. He tightens his hold in her hand, trying to be reassuring. He doesn't want to worry her at all, and he knows she doesn't admit to worry easily or at all, but he knows her well enough to tell by now.

Still he doesn't fight her tugging in the slightest but holds on a bit more tightly to her hand as she leads him toward the bar.

She orders them a couple of drinks, but doesn't stay at the bar. Instead, she finds a quiet table near the back that can offer them some privacy. She slides into a seat and pushes a drink toward him.

"Drink up."

Ethan slides into the seat next to her as he takes the drink when she pushes it toward him. He picks it up, looking at her over the top of it with a slow smirk, as he catches her gaze and lifts the drink in her direction before he downs a good portion of it, swallowing it down without a wince.

"You're a good friend," he says softly but he means that in a lot of ways. "And I just... don't like what I am."

Werewolf. All that. It's nothing new. Just sometimes it hits him harder than others.

She doesn't often feel like a good friend. Most of the time, she thinks she's a pretty shitty friend, but she tries. Ethan gets additional amount of trying from her just because he's Ethan and they have history.

"I know you don't. I still don't really get why though."

Ethan's gaze lingers on her face as if he knows what she isn't saying about not feeling like a good friend. She's always been one to him though and a close one at that. For all his charming sociable side, he doesn't make close friends easily. He doesn't really open up about anything. He keeps her gaze for a long moment. A tiny smile crosses his face before he shakes his head, because he doesn't even know if he can exactly explain it but--

"It scares me," he says finally in a quiet, shaky voice. "Always has. Suppose you're supposed to get used to it all at some point especially when you've been shifting into one since you were twelve. Feels like I've been running from it ever since."

Ever since he set up a camera when he was fourteen so he could see what it looked like, the werewolf. He'd never wanted anything more than to crawl out of his own skin then.

"I think the more you get used to it? The more dangerous you become." She can't speak on it much. She's never gone through it. But between knowing Ethan and his brothers, Cora... Tom? She has a good idea about the werewolf psyche.

"The closest you can get it just learning to respect the wolf." That's what Tom has told her, anyway. But Ethan and Tom aren't the same, so that may not be the best option for him and she recognizes it.

"You know I'm not afraid of you, right?"

Ethan looks over at her with a soft smile and a nod at what she says, because it makes sense. He doesn't let himself get used to it. He rarely even shifts into the wolf he has complete control over, who isn't a mindless monster.

"That's... the part I find most difficult too. Doesn't help I never want to slow down enough to try," he says but he appreciates the advice. It's clear from his expression as he looks at her. Something sharp and painful hits him the moment she asks what she does, and he swallows thickly before he nods and then downs the rest of his drink.

"Yeah. Yeah, I know you're not." And he hopes that doesn't come back to hurt her in some way at some point.

She can tell that he's got more on his mind, can see that something else is running through his thoughts as he speaks.

"Ethan..." She reaches to place her hand on his arm. "You can tell me. Whatever you're thinking. It doesn't need to stay locked up like this."

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